Author's Note: First and foremost, I own nothing. As always, I'm just happy to play in someone else's sandbox.
Second, to those awesome readers still waiting for me to update my Mockingbird series, I'm hoping to have new chapters for you in 2020. Keep your fingers crossed that Darth Real Life won't push me back over the edge of the world. In the meantime, though, I needed a bit of a change of scenery, which is how this collection of vignettes happened. I do hope you guys enjoy.
Cheers! impoeia
Fandom: Young Justice
Prompt: 2:27
Kaldur's given up on sleep, but it's too early for training and too late for research, even by Batman's standards, so he's left with nothing to do but lie in the dark and ignore the flickers dancing at the edge of his conscious mind.
(She always was just out of reach for him.)
He wants to pull the blanket over his head, recreate that absolute dark that exists in-between the fields of stars, but the air's hot enough already.
(She kept complaining how there wasn't enough moisturizer on the surface to keep her skin from flaking.)
A flash of a smile, confident and eager. His hand contrasting with the bare skin of her waist. Blue eyes, full of regret, as they lock onto his best friend.
("We wanted to tell you. Garth and I...")
He tosses and turns, expecting the numbers to click, but every time he twists about, the face staring back is the same: 2:27.
Kaldur'ahm pulls the pillow over his head. The red of the numbers on the clock are as red as her hair and the thought is too pathetic, too fruitless even for this hour.
("I love you.")
He tries not to admit he's as stuck as the clock.